"Thanks," she says."You want a chair?" I say, standing holding her coat. What the hell, she can stay as long as she wants, read all the books. But I'd...rather see her read Dick Francis than Sylvia Plath. Even Judith Krantz.I stick my neck out a mile."You OK, Ms. Urquhart?" I ask. I don't call my customers by their first names, and I don't ask my customers things like that. Maybe the old ladies, but not big, handsome shiksas like this one."I'll take the chair, Abe, thanks."I hang up the coat and. Floating.This cycle repeared for whatvseemed like an eternity. It was hard to tell cause there was no sense of time. Jack occasionally had flashes of memory, bits and pieces of a life that seemed long past. One such memory was him sitting in church and it made him wonder if he was in hell.Grayness returned, only this time, there was a bit less gray, a bit more sound. And then, blazing light as one eye barely cracked open.The light hurt. He could see misshapen blobs moving about, but couldn't. Then he was a massuer, and good at it. He also fit the part. Then I watched as he expertly worked the bar in the executive lounge, next he was organizing staff in one of the restaurants. Yes, more than a first glance would suggest. I managed make it just one day in the huge apartment. Meals came with a doorbell, beds were made daily by staff, everything scrubbed and done for us. No stove, I couldn’t even poach an egg. If I wanted a poached egg, I pushed a button. No washing machine, no dryer.. I didn’t have to think about it too hard to realize that he must have been with my daughter. I had already tasted the evidence when he had pushed her panties into my mouth before he whipped me. As much as I hated it I couldn’t help but be impressed by his swollen organ. Terrified, but impressed. It must be at least ten inches long, if not longer. It was so close to my face I couldn’t accurately judge. And it looked as big around as my wrist. I glanced at my wrist then and I realized.